How do I even describe what it is about a film so understated that transfixes me so?
When Lily Gladstone looks at Kristen Stewart, there are the tiniest of twitches that feel like a corkscrew to the heart. Loneliness drips through every shot, every word, every expression. Lonely people in the loneliest of landscapes, aching to be understood.
This was actually my first venture into the Noah Baumbach world, and I wasn’t disappointed. Not a perfectly-built film, and had a bit of a dip in the third quarter, but I’m giving it the benefit of the doubt because it touched all the lovely warm parts of my heart.
Only Greta Gerwig could play a character that frustrating but still make me fall for her. Reminded me of someone I know
“I’m in love with everything but can’t figure out how to make myself work in the world”
An oblique portrait of the perpetrators of the Holocaust, watched on my own, dosed up on painkillers as I suffer from recent dental surgery. Some Valentine’s Day for me to enjoy
